I see you when I'm dreaming.
I never knew comfort until the notion of it.
Stumbled into your world and don't intend on turning back,
retracing the spring-stepped footprints I left.
My promises; veiled by the dogged dimensions betwixt us.
My sentences end with question marks, but they're yours to take away.
My thoughts have never been more sober, but I'm intoxicated from your words;
addicted, light-headed.
I subsist with that notion of comfort; existing only between lines and underneath the bedsheets, yet it's potential is blindly guiding me. I don't want to reside in opportunity as it resigns, leaving me with only remnants, not a semblance of chance to scrape from the floor. I can't conquer alone, but with you at the end of the road, and your apparition by my side, I feel that I can overcome everything but time, though with your hand in mine, we can laugh in the face of that ticking tyrant and say that we did it.
I never knew comfort until the notion of it.
Stumbled into your world and don't intend on turning back,
replacing the spring stepped footprints I left.
My dreams fluctuate like the rhythmic tides between us
My hands, too are open; vacant, cold, reserved only for yours.
My lips yearn to deliver these words in the middle of diffident breaths.
But I'm breathless.
I see you when I stop dreaming.
